There are certain things you might or might not know about me.

I am terrified of spiders, and cave crickets just wig me out.

Zombies, no problem. Vampires, well that might be kinda cool and all except for the blood-drinking. Snakes and mice don’t bother me so much other than startling me when I see them. I can even hold a snake (although I was told one time at Reelfoot Lakes Wildlife Center when I was given a snake by a TWRA agent that I was “upsetting” the snake when I held it. Note to self: Do not wig out a snake when you hold them.)

Gooey Aliens from outer space, I’m fine with that.

As long as they aren’t spidery looking.

On Monday, Elizabeth came into work and said her leg was bothering her. She sort of looked a bit feverish and she said she had some kind of bug bite that really hurt. Later in the day, she looked positively like she was going to barf. A couple of us looked at the bite and it looked angry. Later, she showed us again, and it was twice the size and was starting to bruise.

Big Daddy has been bit by a Brown Recluse spider before. I know what that looks like but this looked different.

EC went to the doctor the next morning after a lovely evening of being sick. It was a black widow bite. And, campers, it was bad. Her entire leg looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to it. Bless her heart, on Tuesday evening after having to take steroids and antibiotics to fight off the infection, I honestly thought she was going to need to go to the emergency room.

Geez, I hate spiders. So I’ve noticed the last couple of days I’ve been watching around me, ever vigilant on patrolling for spiders. I’ve stared at my recliner, looked around in the car, just been a real spiderphobe. Several years ago, when I saw the movie Arachnophobia, I was petrified. I know, I know. Oh yeah, and Shut Up.

Did I mention I didn’t like the creepy crawlies with eight legs? You get that, don’t you?

So, if you ever meet me and I start screaming like a girl (which I am) and jump in your arms weeping, there might be a reason.

And you can bet your hiney it’s because of a spider.


0 comments for “Spiders

  1. July 5, 2007 at 7:44 am

    I will protect you from spiders as long as you understand you will have to save me from cockroaches…. I will be screaming and running toward any escape route possible. There will be a Klinde shaped hole if I can not find one. Oh, you will also have to fish the Xanax out of my purse and give me a couple as well. I find it good to chase them down with beer.

  2. July 5, 2007 at 9:08 am

    If you need the steroids and antibiotics, I’ve got them in my purse.

    But while getting rid of my spider bite, I’ve found that I can grow a beard and be content sitting in front of the television scratching my balls.


  3. July 5, 2007 at 10:53 am

    Interesting. Glad to hear your friend is better.

    I don’t know much about the Mississippi River area of the state.
    Black Widows are something I thought were exclusive to the SW US. I saw many in California, AZ, NV….
    You must have a drier climate there? Like Arkansas?

    Spidies are creepy, but remember that there are very few that can cause significant harm to a human. They’re also benificial, so be cautious, but nary afraid. :)

  4. July 5, 2007 at 10:59 am

    Cap’n, I’m a puss.
    Newscoma’s little phobia for all the blogosphere to read.
    Or the 12 readers I have.

  5. saraclark
    July 5, 2007 at 3:14 pm

    Black Widows creep me right out. They just look evil and we have them in Nashville, too. Brown recluse, I have learned to live with, but not like.

    I can deal with spiders as long as they are not in my hair. I do love the big black and yellow garden spiders, I always have the urge to name them Charlotte.

  6. Ron
    July 5, 2007 at 3:23 pm

    So you’re saying a copy of “8 Legged Freaks” isn’t on the Newscoma birthday list? How do you feel about the chitinous spacemonsters of Alien/s?

  7. July 5, 2007 at 3:26 pm

    Love spiders and crickets, but I effing hate roaches. I’ll sacrifice a good pair of shoes if it means I get a chance to kill a roach.

    Crickets kill roaches, by the way. Spiders have better things to eat.

  8. July 5, 2007 at 9:08 pm

    I know, I’ve said it before, I’m such a girl about this but …
    I can stomp a roach.
    But spiders give me the wiggums.

  9. July 7, 2007 at 7:27 am

    i’m with ya, spiders are…errr…were my biggest fear.

    I’ve also always been fascinated with the idea of vampires. I even met someone who “claimed to be one” at cafe coco late one night, or technically, early one morning a few years ago. He was nice (and did not try to suck my blood or anything ;-)).

  10. August 11, 2007 at 12:02 am

    I am a freak I guess but I like spiders. On my blog I even gave it a name. Arachnaphilia. Maybe there is some treatment somewhere so I can get normal like most of you and learn to fear spiders 😉